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The howls roared down the hall, echoing like an air raid siren. A chill sped down the man’s spine as his eyes shot open. He looked around the room, eyes landing on a figure in a dark corner. His heart hammered in his chest and his breath caught in his throat. A scream died on his tongue.
The figure leered with a broken, bloody smile. His eyes were nothing but holes in his skull, boring holes into the doctor’s soul. He opened his mouth, gasping for air as he spoke. “Found ya, doc. Ya really think you could run, sweetheart?”